Norma Bates : Put me closer to the window. Norman Bates : Someone will see you, Mother. Norma Bates : Are you ashamed of me? Norman Bates : You know why, Mother. They've even written about you in the newspapers.
Norma Bates : Stop your whining, boy. All this fuss over nothing. Norman Bates : Not nothing. I-I saw her.
Even the initials on her suitcase, "M. Norma Bates : Another of your cheap erotic delusions, out of your cheap erotic imagination.
You killed her. The slut deserved it. But she's dead and the dead don't come back. Norman Bates : Y-Y-You came back. Norma Bates : I never went away don't you know that by now? You can't get rid of me. I'll always be with you Norman. Stand up straight and wipe your snotty little nose. If the disgusting little whore is going to upset you so much, just get rid of her.
Norman Bates : No! Norma Bates : Then maybe I will. You made me do this, your tainted blood in me! Norman Bates : Don't laugh at me, Mother! Don't laugh at me! Norma Bates : It's lies. It's all lies. Norman, she's a lying whore! Tracy Venable : Norman! Norman where are you? Norma Bates : She's a slut! Norma Bates : Don't let her talk about me like that!
